THE GARDEN
On mid morn day as I lay
neath a mossy tree within a forest deep
as butterflies and bees flurried away
I wondered whether I should up or stay
when sweet savoury scents on the wind did creep
upon my nostrils and lull me back to sleep.

The bright moon hung high and poured forth a silvery light
as I awoke and my feet alight.
Fragrant smells did upon the wind drift by
and lure me from where I did lie.